Once upon a time, there was an arrogant old geezer who felt he could write because he occasionally strung a few words together. He saw a pretty picture and said, “I could compose a Flash Fiction about that.”
The more he stared, the harder his brain cells ossified. What was that thing? He was like Curly the Stooge, “I’m tryin’ to think – but nuthin’s happenin’.”
He read what several others had written, but that just gave him a dozen themes that he couldn’t plagiarize. “It’s useless.” he said, “I’ll never get a 100 word story out of this.”
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site, and use her Wednesday picture as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.